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It’s not you. I just feel… disconnected. I sit with you and listen to you…  I do listen to you, if you know it or not. I listen to you complain about friends, families, school, or just life in general. I listen to you tell your crazy, “funny” stories. I listen to you drool over men (or women). I DO listen, and I try my best to comfort or laugh at your jokes. I laugh half-heartedly, but I laugh nonetheless. I have to admit you people, any people, annoy me. It’s not your fault. I find something small that triggers that annoyance. I find few people who don’t set off this trigger. I won’t say names to keep from hurting you, though I’d doubt you’d care. However those people, I’ve found, have been slowly leaving me behind. This kills me inside. The last tolerable option of socialization, gone. They walk away thinking I’ll be fine, but I feel like I got stabbed with a 6-inch blade in my stomach. Then I try to talk to the others. Nothing. Yeah, I hate me too. If you need me, I’ll be making a rope.